Luyện nghe bài hát Coldblooded

Cold-blooded, cold-blooded,
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and your-your, for you and
You got the c to the, huh,
it,huh, come on, hard-core
We take it

Yo, yo
My little daughter, started, school
Brother com, make our move through
The and violence with vibrance
The sign of with rhyme shit is timeless
The mind is a terrible to spill
Rap life's like a dream that for real
A wake up, superstar, with no acres
After, traveling the to see paper's just paper
take ya, back and forth like a shaker
I'm a slave to the rhythm's off
I get the job done, but some I wanna take off
D be like, we ain't got no for that!
Questlove said, we got no time for that!
My old like, we ain't got no time for that!
So I rhyme when my hurts
Play the numbers from my grandmother kraftwerk
I rock the patchwork fast I'm in to win but begin to sin
in to win with hen's and heineken's
Beast for each and greet the with speech
To seek and cause pete, shit gets deep
I freak, styles come out
At night, when most cats the gun out
Go on and on and, to the break of the
run out, run out, r-run out
C uhh,

(come on) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Hit em the) rough and rugged (come on) rugged and raw
(Hey) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c, uhh, (yeah)
Cold-blooded (come on)
(Ain't it funky) and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
(Yo, yo I-I think I wanna these horns
I want you to taste these horns, on now)
C, the cold-blooded (uh) (yeah) hard-core
(Ain't it) rough and rugged (uh) and raw
(Yeah baby that's what I'm talking
come on, give em, give us a more)
For you and yours, for you and
C to the, (nasty) cold-blooded, hard-core
(Come on) rough and rugged, and raw
(Yo, alright let let me get a taste of this here)
For you and yours, for you and

The simps,
studs mention me,
As a, MC, sent to be the reign
On the industry I
With penitentiary talk, and a Hennesey walk
My talks, metaphors and similes stalk
for war, my artillery caulks the hardest nigga
I'm killing 'em
Dealing with golf, getting on the course
I be dissing magazines, but buy the source
Can't why the force, is with me
Known to a rapper down, like bobby did Whitney
Sophisticated sissies strut like is beat street in backpacks
how they don't eat meat and abstract
I backsmack em with they skateboard, flee the scene
With a rhyme scheme to frauds
Make broads become queens, run like a rasta sprinter
The way you the game I rub off like henner
I remain like a with natural raps
Copy a fax that's y'all actual facts
Battle raps is where it began, I'ma end it I land
I done of, a master plan, it goes

C to the, (yeah, come on)
Cold-blooded, (ya know)
(Ain't it) rough and rugged, (come on) and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded,
and rugged, rugged and raw
For you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the, (yeah, hey)
Cold-blooded (nasty, yo yo)
Rough and rugged, and raw
(Ain't it, ain't it) for you and yours, for you and
You got the c to the,
Cold-blooded, (come on)
Rough and rugged, and raw
For you and yours, for you and